Not long ago, my husband and I were fortunate enough to get to go to Portugal to visit my mother-in-law. We did a lot of hiking there, but on one particular day, we set out to find a nearby river. Now, my husband had been down to the river just the day before, but because there were no real trails, he had forgotten which path he had taken. So, we wandered. And we wandered. And we climbed. And we descended. And we climbed some more. And every time we stood at the bottom of a mountain looking up at it, we would say, “Surely, this is the last one.” And while we did eventually make it back to the house, we sure did stare a lot of mountains in the face that day. It just reminded me so much of life. And this psalm brought back a few of the those memories.
Sum it up:
With every mountain I face,
Where do I get the strength to conquer it?
I look to You, Lord,
Who creates all things for good reasons.
Let our stumbles serve as victories,
Proof that You always help us back up,
Proof that You never leave us,
Proof that Your love is eternal.
Writing prompt: mountain
Write about a mountain you’ve faced or may still be facing today.